Evelyn
"Baby, I didn't mean it," he implored, reaching for me once more. But I recoiled, tears now streaming down my cheeks.
"Stay the f**k away from me, Jacob. Don't even try," I warned, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You said we needed a break, and I heard you loud and clear. Now let me do what needs to be f*****g done."
"You know I didn't mean it, Evie," he sighed, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. Please."
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as if trying to erase the chasm that had opened between us. His fingers brushed away the dress I clutched in my hand, and I found myself melting into his embrace, my back against his chest.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his forehead resting against my shoulder.
God, Evelyn. Don't let his words affect you.
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